[Intro]
Aye
I don't talk that much
I observe n*ggas, I read n*ggas
'Cause we...
Moms ain't like you if you was slow and...
She'd beat yo ass if you was slow
[?] mothaf*cking pillow
[Hook]
Don't let us catch you lacking, catch your ass in traffic
sh*t is gon' get hectic, riding with that Mac-10
Woop, there go the police, act like you don't know me
Smoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding
I done seen some b*tches, pulled up then I get them
Tell them b*tches get in, if you wanna fit in
Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year
Don't give a f*ck if the sun come, b*tch I'm the sun's son
[Verse 1]
Something like a light pole, riding with my 'Sciples
Them Black Disciples, in case you ain't know
I ain't got no jet yet, finna go and get that
I buy it, I fit it, throws out, I sh*t it
Riding in the Range Rover, all I do is change clothes
All I do is change hoes, all I do is change bros
I can't have the same bros, n*ggas act like snake hoes
Bouncing like a kango, but they wanna hang tho
[Hook]
Don't let us catch you lacking, catch your ass in traffic
sh*t is gon' get hectic, riding with that Mac-10
Woop, there go the police, act like you don't know me
Smoking 'til I OD, bankroll never folding
I done seen some b*tches, pulled up then I get them
Tell them b*tches get in, if you wanna fit in
Four thousand for this Moncler, I buy 20 a year
Don't give a f*ck if the sun come, b*tch I'm the sun's son
[Verse 2]
Riding up Lawrence, see it then I cop it
Pistol, I'ma flop it, fop it, pop it
Riding in a red truck, looking like a damn Blood
Suwu to them damn bloods, cuz to them damn crips
My n*ggas coming doing hits, don't give no f*ck 'bout no camera
When I look in the mirror, I see a rich n*gga
Remember when I was broke on Front Street, selling D
And catching felonies, now I get paid to make melodies
Aye, still Dipset
Since 20-O-8
Now it's 2014
b*tch, and I get my own cake
Get my steak and I eat my own plate
I smoke my own blunts
I blow my own gun
I run my whole clique, n*gga
And I'm the youngest n*gga
I got the mothaf*cking largest check
I got the f*cking finest b*tch
Ball got some fine b*tches too
Ball got some dime b*tches too
Me and Bally Ball riding in Lambo
Lambo like 'ello
Like shawty 'ello
Done it all, b*tch, I'm mellow
Pull strings like a chello
I ain't blue b*tch I'm yellow
'Bout my green mothaf*cker, b*tch I'm ghetto
You ain't talking green don't call my cello
'Bout green then I push it to the metal
Then I roll me a 'rello